At 8am on the 19th February we caught the ferry from Wellington to Picton on the South Island and drove to Blenheim. After drinking a lot of amazing NZ sav blancs over the years, especially when we lived in Singapore, we were dying to tour the area. Blenheim is a rather sad, little town with not much character and most of the region is as flat as a pancake. Of course, we went to Cloudy Bay first and enjoyed wine and cheese in the garden; very pleasant.
We also visited Spy Valley and Brancott. We dined at a wonderful Michelin Restaurant at Hans Hertzog. The food and wine were delicious but the staggeringly exhorbitant bill left us a little dazed.
Its hard not to keep comparing things with the winelands of the Cape, the natural and architectural beauty and mostly the value for money.
From Blenheim we drove down the east coast to Kiakoura, a hippy, seaside town on the backpacker route, with lots of cafes, music and a thriving ocean adventure tourist scene. We ended up having lunch and dinner in the same pub watching cricket and rugby on TV.
We also visited Spy Valley and Brancott. We dined at a wonderful Michelin Restaurant at Hans Hertzog. The food and wine were delicious but the staggeringly exhorbitant bill left us a little dazed.
Its hard not to keep comparing things with the winelands of the Cape, the natural and architectural beauty and mostly the value for money.
From Blenheim we drove down the east coast to Kiakoura, a hippy, seaside town on the backpacker route, with lots of cafes, music and a thriving ocean adventure tourist scene. We ended up having lunch and dinner in the same pub watching cricket and rugby on TV.
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